Piss Off, Alpha! You Chapter 94 Real Love

Chapter 94: Chapter 94 Real Love

SOPHIA’S POV

The next morning, I drove to Stone Villa with a heavy heart. My wolf was restless. Part of

wanted to believe Ashley really missed

but another part - the part that had been hurt too many tis - knew better.

I let myself in with my key. Ashley was in the living room, and when she saw , her face lit up with genuine joy.

"Mommy!" She ran over and hugged

tight. "You ca!"

I hugged her back, breathing in her scent. She slled like vanilla and sothing else - Tiffany’s perfu. Even when Tiffany wasn’t here, her presence stayed with my daughter.

"Of course, I ca," I said, pulling back to look at her. "I promised, didn’t I?"

"Yes!" Ashley grabbed my hand. "Co on, let’s make the pie together! I want to help!"

We went to the kitchen, and I got out all the ingredients. Ashley pulled a step stool over to the counter. Her eyes were bright with excitent. She really did seem happy to see .

Maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe she really had just missed her mother.

We spent the next hour baking together. Ashley talked about school, about her friends, about a book she was reading. She was sweet and helpful, asuring ingredients carefully and listening to my instructions. For a little while, I let myself believe this was real.

The pie went into the oven. Ashley insisted on helping

clean up, wiping down counters and putting away bowls without being asked.

"You’re being such a good helper today," I said, ruffling her hair.

"I just want to make you happy, Mommy," she said with a smile.

My heart lted a little. Maybe things could be different. Maybe we could rebuild our relationship.

We had dinner together at the kitchen table. Ashley kept up her cheerful talk, telling

about her day, asking about mine. She was the perfect picture of a loving daughter.

After dinner, we cut the pie. Ashley took a big bite and closed her eyes with pleasure.

"It’s so good, Mommy! Way better than the bakery one." She said.

I laughed "I’m glad you like it, sweetheart."

Ashley was quiet for a mont, pushing blueberries around her plate with her fork. Then she looked up at

with those big dark eyes - Damien’s eyes.

"Mommy? Can I ask you sothing?" she asked.

I took a bite of my pie "Of course, baby. Anything."

"Uncle Simon’s mommy is really sick." Her voice was small "Daddy says she might die if she doesn’t get surgery."

My stomach dropped.

"Yes," I said "I heard about that."

"And Daddy says Mr. Lance is the only doctor who can save her." Ashley’s eyes were fixed on her plate now. "But Mr. Lance won’t answer Daddy’s calls."

Oh no. Was this the reason Ashley called? What the-?

"Ashley-"

"Can you talk to him, Mommy? Can you ask him to help Uncle Simon’s mommy?" She looked up at

with tears in her eyes. "Please? I don’t want her to die."

My wolf whimpered. My wolf was torn between my daughter’s sadness and the wrongness of what she was asking.

"How do you know about all this, Ashley?" I asked quietly. "Who told you to ask ?"

"Nobody told !" She said it too quickly. "I just... I heard Daddy and Tiffany talking about it. And I thought maybe you could help."

I was her mother. I knew when she was lying. I could sll the nervousness in her wolf’s scent.

"Ashley, look at ." I waited until she t my eyes. "Did Daddy or Tiffany ask you to talk to

about this?"

"No! I just-"

"The truth, Ashley...please."

Her lower lip trembled. "Daddy said that if Uncle Simon’s mommy dies, he’ll be really sad and if he’s sad, he won’t want to play with

anymore. Aunt Tiffany said that if you helped, then Daddy would be grateful and might let

see you more often."

The words hit

like soone punched

in the stomach "So they did ask you to do this."

"They didn’t ask! They just... they said that it would be good if you helped. And I thought-" Her voice got smaller. "I thought if I was really nice to you and you helped Uncle Simon’s mommy, then Daddy and Tiffany would spend more ti with . They’re always so busy and I’m always alone and I just wanted-"

She was crying now. She had real tears rolling down her face but I couldn’t tell if she was upset about Simon’s mother or about being used as a pawn in this ga.

"Ashley, do you understand what Uncle Simon did to Mr. Lance?" I asked gently.

She shook her head.

"Uncle Simon hurt him very badly. He spread lies about him and had people break his hands. Mr. Lance can barely use his fingers now. And he did all of this because Mr. Lance was nice to ."

Ashley’s face scrunched up. "But Uncle Simon wouldn’t do sothing like that! He’s good! He always brings

presents and-"

"People can be good to so people and terrible to others," I said. "And right now, you’re asking

to force Mr. Lance to help the mother of the man who destroyed his life."

"But she’s going to die!"

"I know, baby but this isn’t my decision to make. It’s Mr. Lance’s decision."

Ashley’s tears stopped abruptly. She looked at

with anger in her eyes. The look on her face made

flinch a bit.

"So you won’t help," she said flatly.

"I won’t force Mr. Lance to do sothing he doesn’t want to do.”

"But Daddy said you could convince him if you wanted to! He said Mr. Lance would do anything for you!"

Her face twisted with anger. "Then why did you even co here?”

"Ashley-"

Ashley glared at

"Tiffany said you’d help because you always want people to like you. She said you’d do anything to make

happy but she was wrong! You don’t care about

at all!"

Each word felt like a knife in my chest. My wolf was howling in pain, confused why our pup was attacking us.

"I love you more than anything," I whispered. "Everything I do is for you."

"Then help Uncle Simon’s mommy!"

"I can’t-"

"You an you won’t!" Ashley scread. "You’re selfish and an!"

The final blow hit its mark. I stood up from the table, my whole body shaking.

"I see," I said quietly. "Well, in that case, I should go."

I walked toward the front door, leaving the pie half-eaten on the table. Ashley didn’t follow . She didn’t call

back.

I was reaching for the doorknob when it opened.

Damien stood on the other side, Tiffany right behind him. They must have just arrived. Both of them looked surprised to see .

"Sophia," Damien said. "You’re leaving already?"

"Yes." I tried to step past him, but he moved to block my path.

"Stay," he said. It wasn’t a request. "We need to talk about Lance and the surgery."

"There’s nothing to talk about. I already told you-"

"Please, Sophia." Tiffany stepped forward. Her voice was soft in a way I had never heard "Please just hear us out. Mrs. Stone is such a kind woman. She doesn’t deserve to die because of... because of whatever happened between Simon and your friend."

"Whatever happened?" I repeated loudly. "Your boyfriend’s best friend had a man’s hands broken. That’s not ’whatever happened.’ That’s attempted murder of soone’s career."

"I know Simon can be... intense," Tiffany said. "But his mother is innocent. She’s dying, Sophia. Doesn’t that an anything to you?"

My wolf growled at her tone. She was practically implying that I was heartless.

"It ans a lot to ," I said. "But I won’t force Lance to risk his barely-healed hands to save her."

"You could convince him," Damien said. "He’d do it if you asked."

"And that’s exactly why I won’t ask."

"Sophia, please." Tiffany reached out and grabbed my arm. "I’m begging you as one woman to another”

I looked at her hand on my arm and imdiately, I felt my blood boil with anger.

"Let. Go." My wolf was in my voice now, making it co out as a growl.

Tiffany flinched but didn’t release my arm. "Sophia-"

I pulled my arm free, harder than I ant to. Tiffany stumbled backward, and before I knew it, she fell. She hit the floor with a cry of pain.

"Tiffany!" Damien was beside her in an instant, dropping to his knees.

I gasped in shock. I didn’t an to do that.

“Sorry” I said “I’m so sorry”

"I’m okay," she said, but she was wincing. There was blood on her hand where she’d scraped it against the doorfra. Her palm was torn open.

Damien’s face went pale. He had mysophobia - a fear of germs and blood that I’d watched him struggle with for years. He couldn’t stand the sight of blood. He would turn green and have to leave the room when Ashley got a cut.

But now, watching Tiffany bleed, he didn’t hesitate.

He pulled off his shirt - his expensive designer shirt - and pressed it against her palm, applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

"It’s okay," he murmured. "I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay."

Tiffany looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "It hurts."

"I know. I know, baby. Just breathe."

I stood there watching. The sight made my heart shatter into a million pieces.

Damien had mysophobia. For years, I’d watched him struggle with it. When Ashley was born and there was blood everywhere, he’d had to leave the delivery room. When I’d cut myself cooking dinner once, he’d called the doctor to co bandage

because he couldn’t do it himself.

But for Tiffany, he was using his bare hands to stop her bleeding. He was ruining his shirt without a second thought.

This was love. Real love. The kind he’d never shown .